Vinyatur

Plaza Life

Vinyatur was born near the city of Dol Amroth. He was a weak baby. For days he balanced on the edge of life and death. The doctors never gave him much hope. His mother already grieved over the death of her baby while he was still alive. But somehow he managed to pull through. In the years that followed he remained weak, but at least he was still alive. At the age of seven his mother was brutally murdered by a troop of Orcs when she went to Minas Tirith to visit her sister. Her body was found after weeks of searching, half eaten and left behind like an animal. She was buried and though the whole town grieved, normal life continued.

But the memory became too painful and his father took Vinyatur with him to live on the boarders of Mirkwood Forest. Here they lived in peace, and his father started a small company as weaponsmith. It was here where Vinyatur learned not only how to make weapons, but also how to use them. He became skilled in the arts of archery and bowmanship. He became older and soon he reached the age of 16. A salesman who worked for his father took Vinyatur with him to live in Minas Tirith, the city he had always dreamed of. Minas Tirith offered him a good life and he became a Ranger. But the years passed and Vinyatur felled he was not where he belonged.

On a stormy night he left the White City and headed East. Vinyatur spent months traveling through the mountains. He lived in the wild and became more and more of an animal. Spending his days hunting in the Ephel Duath, his body changed and he was no longer human. Now he has joined the dark forces, and is a loyal servant in the Morannon Garrison. Mordor is his life now, and Minas Tirith nothing but a distant memory...

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Real life:

This is the plaza and therefore I shall keep this short. My home country is the Netherlands. It has been my home country for sixteen years, which also happens to be my age. I finished High School this year and next year I will start a Journalism study. I'm not sure if that is what I really want to be, only time can tell. What else is there to say...hobbies? Nothing special there - football, internet, going out a bit. I have to say there's really nothing special to it, but I'm more then pleased with it.